I’m Still in WordPress Jail

I still subscribe or like with a fail

Nearly 30 days in WordPress jail.

Accused of spamming and being a BOT

Ironically on both counts, guilty I am not.

I’m still not sure why this hellfire has rained

Other than a Karen or Ken has complained.

It’s really funny and ironic too

I still receive spams from others that do.

I’m in jail and they run free

Untouched in their litany.

I don’t know when this sentence will go

I’m contemplating leaving WordPress you know.

I’m doing all I can to maintain success

Writing and re-blogging my poetry no less.

Others, shared they encountered this too

I guess there’s nothing I can do.

All I do is try to move along 

Writing more to prove them wrong.

That’s really where I am to blame

It’s writing from whence my numbers came.

Thousands of poems and essays of sorts 

Many hybrids and even descourts.

I wish they’d get off their high horse and hang up the phone

Let me blog in peace, and leave me alone…

-AAA 11/15/2024

Writers Bloque

Originally Published 04/26/2024

Don’t worry the words will come

Keep writing them all down

Using all fingers and thumbs

This isn’t your first go around.

🤯

Exercises and brainstorms

Still, they do not come

Stretching your brain clear it of worms

You’re still brilliant, not dumb.

🤯

Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose

Lonely and sad and without content

The right thoughts are just under your nose

Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.

🤯

The hours get later and later

And still, nothing arrives

Your frustration leaves a deeper crater

But your perseverance survives.

🤯

Now a mere trickle

Things start to come together

The block and mental pickle

Hopefully gone forever.

🤯

Your work is nearly complete

You never thought it would arrive

Writers block is never discreet

As some works, never survive.

🤯

The end at last, the time is now

You’re written work is finished

And You make a silent vow

Thank God your talent has not diminished…

-aaa

Frustration!

Movement encircles me but gets me nowhere.

Stagnant I’m stuck and can’t progress.

Greatness awaits greatness awaits I keep hearing it but I’m not achieving it.

Such promise he’ll reach someday but someday is not defined.

It’s between 1 hr and infinity seeming closer to the latter.

Everyone seems to be moving effortlessly while I’m gimping slowly painfully along…

I pay and I pay and I pay but my scores won’t go up.

To many options to live and I have no idea what to do…

-aaa

Writers Bloque

Don’t worry the words will come

Keep writing them all down

Using all fingers and thumbs

This isn’t your first go around.

🤯

Exercises and brainstorms

Still, they do not come

Stretching your brain clear it of worms

You’re still brilliant, not dumb.

🤯

Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose

Lonely and sad and without content

The right thoughts are just under your nose

Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.

🤯

The hours get later and later

And still, nothing arrives

Your frustration leaves a deeper crater

But your perseverance survives.

🤯

Now a mere trickle

Things start to come together

The block and mental pickle

Hopefully gone forever.

🤯

Your work is nearly complete

You never thought it would arrive

Writers block is never discreet

As some works, never survive.

🤯

The end at last, the time is now

You’re written work is finished

And You make a silent vow

Thank God your talent has not diminished…

-aaa